Intro: (*guy talking*)
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Yo God, thru the knowledge, God, it's like this
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This world is rude and controlled by society
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that exists with the societies, that exists, with the societies, God
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You understand? These secret societies is manouvering within society to
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control society
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That's why society is outta control
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33rd and one third, I heard the illuminated ones, huh
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Verse 1:
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The last days we're facin, that's the case when the emanicpation
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Proclamation decays, back to the plantation
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The government plottin a nuclear detonation
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Destroyin vegetation, water, the Newer Order means starvation
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The I on the dollar symbolise illumination
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of society, secretly overseein population
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Understand it, the government plans to enslave the planet
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I'm trapped in a faze, thinkin of ways, can it
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happen? 85 percent of the population nappin
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Prayin in churches, catchin the Holy Ghost clappin
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Across the border travellin, I found the Nile across the water
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Teachin my peoples the age of the Newer Order
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Twenty five to click blood line, we toast off wine
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Snap clips in 9's, wit minds more advanced than Einstein
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and Murman, knock down walls like Berlin
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Take it out, we can't get in
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We can't win
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Chorus:
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We can't get out and we can't get in
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We can't get out and we can't get in
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We can't get out and we can't get in
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We can't get outttttttttttt
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Verse 2:
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See I, wrote up a composition, I made a decision
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for competition, some invite lifestyles that I be livin
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Wit tribes I been in, wit the little brothers that's sinnin
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So I started to vision, crack fiends formin
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On collision, my mind is in that position for soul fishin
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My only dream was to be a musician
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Better yet a mortician, that's the life condition
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Cos everybody knows they gonna die, crackers they analyse
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????? plus I feels the vibe, mother cries
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Plenty mothers that tries, now that she knows her son's gonna die
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Take a trip, pass the lye, now ease
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The mind escape from the crimes of New York times
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Cos I'm one of the brothers who made it throughout the others
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The Rotten Apple's tryin to break loose from these shackles
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No doubt, I follow routes, guzzlin Hennessey, mixed wit style
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In the ghetto, we can't get out
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We can't win
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Chorus
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Verse 3:
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Nothin can stop the nation, elevation, daily operation
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Since man creation, we increase the population
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Proper education, got us tappin in information
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Preventin from gettin locked under top-secret investigation
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Guiliani's part of Illuminati
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A million minds in one body designed to decline society
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They wanna lease 1.2 billion deceased
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While the rest is left with the mark of the beast on their domepiece
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Prepare, the signs of the times now are near
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That I'll wake scare, findin Zaire, soon be here
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So tune your ears, and be saved from a slave
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cos in a matter of days I'ma E-Q your brainwaves
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AZ the Visualiza is wise as Elijah
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Here to advise ya, and bring out the realness that's up inside ya
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Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
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Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation
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Chorus:
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We can't win
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We can't get out and we can't get in
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We can't get out and we can't get in
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We can't get out and we can't get in
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We can't get outttttttt
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We can't get out and we can't get in
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We can't get out and we can't get in
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We can't get out and we can't get in
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We can't get outtttttttt
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We Can't Win
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